somebody once asked me what falling in love felt like.
so I said, Imagine coming home after a long day at work. You just got off the phone and your ears feel numb after almost an hour of your boss screaming endless insults. You climb up the stairs, stop at your door, grab your keys and just go inside. Once you've opened the door you're suddenly hit by the most amazing smell ever. You follow the delicious scent and when you get to the kitchen, there on that table, you see the best looking croissant ever. Its shell is golden brown, flaky, and it looks warm, and the butter is melting, hugging the croissant so tenderly, like a mother would hug her child.
the person laughed, that's funny she said you have a weird way of looking at love
a few beats of silence passed by. then shyly, she turned to me, fumbling with her words. she asks, what about falling out of love? what does it feel like?
i sigh it's like biting into the delicious, butter covered, golden brown croissant, only to find out it's not your favorite flavor.
we stay silent for a long time.
Okay. Okay really, it probably seems dumb but don't you ever feel like this is what falling in love/out of love means. You get this almost perfect thing right in front of you but once you try it you suddenly become disappointed because it didn't turn out to be what you want and then you suddenly feel like you've been lead on.
